Member-only story
After leaving the office, I was still a mess — my body buzzing, my thighs sticky with the reminder of what had just happened. The thought of James filling me like that, the way it dripped down my legs as I walked, only made me more aroused. I couldn’t shake it. Every step felt like a tease, my body still craving more.
On the way home, I stopped at a bar, needing a drink to calm myself down. That’s when I saw him — a stranger at the counter, tall, confident, and exactly the distraction I needed. Our eyes met, and I could tell he noticed me right away, the way his gaze dropped to my legs and lingered there. I didn’t hesitate. I sat next to him, ordered my drink, and let my skirt ride up just enough for him to notice the tops of my thigh-high stockings.
“You had a long day?” he asked, his voice low and smooth. I smirked, letting my fingers trail along the rim of my glass. “Something like that,” I replied, leaning closer, giving him a better view of my cleavage. His eyes darkened, and I knew I had him.
We didn’t waste time. After a few flirty comments and lingering touches, he suggested we step outside. I didn’t even think twice. The alley behind the bar was dimly lit and quiet, the perfect place to let this tension explode. He pressed me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips as he kissed me hard, his lips hungry and demanding. I moaned against his mouth, my body already reacting, my wetness from earlier mixing with the fresh arousal he was building.
